There's nothing I wanted more than to get out. It was cold; Dark; Wet. I hadn't seen daylight in so long, my eyes had simply accepted the blackness and had turned my brain over to my other senses. The sound of dripping and creaking was my whole life. The occasional soft whirring and dull throbbing broke up the time and created some sort of regularity, if they were regular at all. Time, however, was meaningless there in th...